YoungBoy Never Broke Again What You Say Lyrics (feat. The Kid LAROI & Post Malone)

(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can’t) I can’t take no break, I’m way too young
I won’t count a baby down, oh

Try takin’ anythin’ to keep my sane, I’ve been hustlin’
I been grindin’ hard on my momma
Soul actin’ lame, with my main I’ve been fussin’
I got too much money for these problems
I won’t take these drugs with my friends, ah
I got all these hoes, all these clothes in my crib
I fucked on them both, yes, I did, ya
You can’t trust these hoes, I won’t hold you, that’s what it is, yeah
Huh, I trap out, draco in my peacoat
I need some right here, pussy nigga get killed, ah
Play around with these millions, lil’ bro (Like lil’ bro)

(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can’t) I can’t take no break, I’m way too young
I won’t count a baby down, oh
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin’ sure I stand, my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Freezer, I might leave it with lil’ shawty

All this drama, baby, I’m too rich for that
All these commas, like I’m an aristocrat
In Bahamas, posted with my bitch with that
Say that you want problems? It’s no problem, we got shit for that
Windows tinted, whip is all black
And my credit card lookin’ all platinum
I’m with your bitch, told me she want all action
Hit it once, with a gold Madden
I don’t really care ’bout what the blogs say
‘Cause my momma good and my dawgs straight
I know if you could, you’d be on the same
I’m in Hollywood, gettin’ all faded, I swear
I can’t take breaks, I’m too young
Strip club, throwin’ up dubs
You can’t tell me none
Two hundred in my cup
I was paid to be in this club
No, I don’t do shit for fun

(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can’t) I can’t take no break, I’m way too young
I won’t count a baby down, oh
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin’ sure I stand, my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Freezer, I might leave it with lil’ shawty

It’s gotten cold, I want that ice with Stompeez on
Tommy fold, give somethin’ they can copy off
Talk slow, I’m super sweet but choppa low
That chain you gave her on, she told me “Fuck the diamonds off”
I did, I’m poppin’ off and I can’t never pop off
Hey, I can let my baby rockin’ Ricky knockoffs
Hey, my body’s gonna start and maybe spin that block up
Hey, fishtail off that lot and chop-chop-chop your top off
I can’t do this alone
She a pain on the tone
If you say you will follow me too
I’d be happy with you, uh

(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) Check my bank, I made new commas
(I can’t) I can’t take no break, I’m way too young
I won’t count a baby down, oh
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin’ sure I stand, my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Freezer, I might leave it with lil’ shawty